Instead of flopping around in my havianas, sipping on a pina colada near copacabana beach I am sitting here contemplating visiting my husband at the funeral home for the last time. It's not that I want to see him again, as I have already said elsewhere, it's just not him. His face never looked like that, his mouth and nose look like somebody elses. No, I am going to slip a love letter into his pocket to take with him…
I have been thinking about this since yesterday, trying to allow what grief does to people. We are all different. But please, am I expecting too much here?
I, my mother-in-law, brother-in-law, sister-in-law and my youngest son were going to the funeral home yesterday to see my husband. We still have 2ft of snow and ice up here and despite my brother-in-law having hired a car, I seem to be doing all the driving. He never…
My beloved husband lost his fight with this damned demon this afternoon.
The heart is gone from me.
When my husband was diagnosed, my daughter felt there was nothing she could do to help her stepfather.
They have never been what you would call "huggy", towards each other and had a few crossed words over the years.
I wanted to let everyone know how proud I am of my daughter, who, last night, held a fundraiser for Macmillan. She is only 21 and has organised everything herself.
She held "Rock for Macmillan…
